She loved until she lost herself
She gave until she was empty
She hung on until her fingers bled
And her hourglass was hungry
.
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She was an inveterate long time lover
each chapter in her life
sewn together neatly between each love
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.
Never knowing how to say goodbye
Never knowing when enough was enough
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Reblogged this on I Write Her and commented:
Raise your hand if you’ve experienced this. Why do we do this to ourselves?
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OMG thank you so much !!! ❤️❤️❤️ you are the sweetest .
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You’re very welcome!! ❤
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